Isla POV
The morning sunlight crept slowly into my room, lighting it up and creating a beautiful atmosphere but then, it did nothing to soothe me.
I dragged my tired body out of the thick duvet that protected me from both the physical and emotional cold that I had been feeling for days now and I sat at the edge of the bed, my thoughts drifting back to the evil that occurred a few days ago.
I shuddered from the sight and rubbed my tired eyes, I have been losing sleep ever since that night. The events of that day kept haunting my dreams.
I released an exhausted breath as I realized today makes it the sixth day of Enforcer's unexpected death.
The intent silence in their gang irked me, no one asked, no one said anything, it was almost like he didn't exist at all.
I was expecting a small funeral rite but I guess that is forbidden in their world for a traitor.
I feared for my life, if Lucas could penetrate Dante's inner circle, I guess Dante might have been underestimating him all along.
The feeling of him being able to manipulate anyone to do his bidding and not knowing who to trust brought constant fear to my mind, which only added to my misery.
I pushed my thoughts aside and walked slowly to the bathroom and I spent a few seconds deciding if I should take a bath or shower.
I opted in for the shower as I needed the warm feeling of drizzling water. I stepped under the shower, easing my nerves with its warmth. I picked up the shampoo by the basin and splashed some in my hair, scrubbed it with all the strength I could muster.
It took me a few minutes to dry and style my hair into a ponytail that gave me a child-like look but I couldn't care less.
I chose a beautiful flora pattern sleeveless gown among the array of clothes that now belong to me, as if it could brighten my day but it failed terribly.
I rubbed a pink lip balm on my lips and patted them softly together, I took a last glance of myself in the mirror before walking out.
Dante has made it his job to make sure I'm well-fed for the past few mornings now, and it been the same routine for days. I wake up, bath, I eat breakfast together with Dante afterwards before he starts his day. His act, I wouldn't say was helpful to soothe my emotions but I know he's trying to make me feel better.
I got to the dining area and he was already sat, staring at the screen of his phone, not bothering to spare me a glance even he had heard my footsteps, not that I mind anyway. I swallowed a few bites of the already served breakfast which was bacon, eggs, and waffles forcefully as I have very little appetite.
I finished off the rest when I noticed the warning look on Dante's face.
My face flushed embarrassingly as I reminisced what happened two days ago at the breakfast table, when I decided to turn down breakfast and he refused to take no for an answer and fed me like a child.
We both finished our meal in silence, and I muttered "excuse me" when I was done and started making my way back to my mini prison.
Suddenly the thought of sitting alone in my room all day didn't appeal to me, my whole world felt unmoving and I decided to give myself a tour of the mansion. I passed through what looked like the garden, the tree was perfectly trimmed and the array of flowers followed like a bunch of obedient students in a line.
I wanted to stroll and inhale the scent from of the series of flowers closely but I couldn't push my luck. The whole mansion gave off an eerie silence, even after fifteen minutes of walking, I didn't see anyone which is quite disturbing.
I really didn't mind as the tranquillity only aided my curiosity, I continued my adventure and realized every step was worth it as I felt lighter and better.
I was in the middle of the corridor when I noticed movement behind me, I paused and turned back immediately scanning my environment and found nothing, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me, I continued walking and noticed the same sound again.
I realized I might not be alone after all and hastened my steps.
My inside was in turmoil, a lot of thought was going through my head and I begin to mutter prayers.
I dashed inside one of the passageways, trying to escape my invisible stalker. I let out a panicked gasp as I collided with a figure. I raised my head slowly and realize it was Dante, a sense of relieve washes over me but in a split second, it was replaced with anger.
I thought ruefully to myself.
" This is all his fault"
I pushed his hands which he used to steady me off and faced him directly which changed his reaction to confusion.
"Are you okay" he said with his deep voice, but this only fuelled my anger more. I was tired of running and hiding.
"You are asking me if I'm okay!, well yes the fuck I am, you kept me locked up in that room, barely being able to breath, you made me a porcelain doll, something you can control like I'm not a goddamn human, would you be okay if it were you?" To me, my question was rhetorical but I wasn't expecting Dante to reply me so calmly even though his expression was gravely. Even though I tried to prove stubborn, it doesn't dispute the fact that my heart was racing underneath my chest, for the fear of what he could do and undo.
"I am doing you a favour Isla, I saved your life, your fate with Lucas would have been terrible, I assure you, be grateful" he said coolly and turned to leave but I jumped at his front, hoping I can finally learn the truth of how I became Lucas's property.
"I need you to tell me who sold me to Lucas" I asked him boldly.
"I know you know who it was, and I need an answer right now" I finished with my voice deep with emotions.
He took a few steps closer and said, "If you really want to know that badly then I will tell you "
"It's someone you trusted the most and spent your whole life caring for" he said in a low dark tone and left me to unravel the riddle.
I stared blankly at his retreating figure as only one person fit that description, my dearest sister, Celeste…..